| Song | As Rome Burns |
| Artist | Primordial |
| Album | All Empires Fall |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : MacAmlaigh, MacUilliam ... | |
| We are falling over the ends of the earth | |
| So gather your children before you | |
| And tell them that these are final days of | |
| all | |
| Preach to the paupers | |
| And sing to the slaves | |
| I see you´ve chosen to loose your faith | |
| To burn your brigdes and lose your way | |
| From mountain top to valley deep | |
| From shore to cursed shore | |
| What Nation, what State what Land is this?. | |
| The wretched Tribe of Nero... | |
| Sing Sing Sing to the Slaves | |
| Sing to the Slaves that Rome Burns | |
| Are our bones not dust?. | |
| Is your Blood not Poison?. | |
| On my knees in the black light | |
| Searching for Salvation, bitter Redemption | |
| So throw your dice and cast your shadow | |
| You may look away | |
| But your children will not... |
| zuo qu : MacAmlaigh, MacUilliam ... | |
| We are falling over the ends of the earth | |
| So gather your children before you | |
| And tell them that these are final days of | |
| all | |
| Preach to the paupers | |
| And sing to the slaves | |
| I see you ve chosen to loose your faith | |
| To burn your brigdes and lose your way | |
| From mountain top to valley deep | |
| From shore to cursed shore | |
| What Nation, what State what Land is this?. | |
| The wretched Tribe of Nero... | |
| Sing Sing Sing to the Slaves | |
| Sing to the Slaves that Rome Burns | |
| Are our bones not dust?. | |
| Is your Blood not Poison?. | |
| On my knees in the black light | |
| Searching for Salvation, bitter Redemption | |
| So throw your dice and cast your shadow | |
| You may look away | |
| But your children will not... |
| zuò qǔ : MacAmlaigh, MacUilliam ... | |
| We are falling over the ends of the earth | |
| So gather your children before you | |
| And tell them that these are final days of | |
| all | |
| Preach to the paupers | |
| And sing to the slaves | |
| I see you ve chosen to loose your faith | |
| To burn your brigdes and lose your way | |
| From mountain top to valley deep | |
| From shore to cursed shore | |
| What Nation, what State what Land is this?. | |
| The wretched Tribe of Nero... | |
| Sing Sing Sing to the Slaves | |
| Sing to the Slaves that Rome Burns | |
| Are our bones not dust?. | |
| Is your Blood not Poison?. | |
| On my knees in the black light | |
| Searching for Salvation, bitter Redemption | |
| So throw your dice and cast your shadow | |
| You may look away | |
| But your children will not... |